Skull Machine

The shackles placed were mental
Tried to slow my tempo
Once I break the chains I beat em there like instrumentals
Now I'm unleashed and they tremble
All the shit I been through
Prepared me for this moment all the forces now assembled

No more prayers when a god dies
What the future holds is what my palms hide
Left in my hands to make it all right like woo

Never let 'Em Null your dreams
Put an end to this dull regime
Transform to skull machine

I ain't had no pot to piss in
Now I'm frying competition
Burn my way to top position
Scared of heat? Fuck out the kitchen

Let me cook
Let me cook
Let me cook!

I'm cookin!

I beat all the odds, bitch don't call me lucky
Outlasted the gods, ain't no one above me
Only guns beside me stuck on my hip like we Siamese
Pack a punch like they name Ali
Don't believe me come and try me

No more prayers when a god dies
What the future holds is what my palms hide
Left in my hands to make it all right like woo

Never let 'Em Null your dreams
Put an end to this dull regime
Transform to skull machine

I ain't had no pot to piss in
Now I'm frying competition
Burn my way to top position
Scared of heat? Fuck out the kitchen

Let me cook
Let me cook
Let me cook!

Now I'm fryin' competition

Transform to skull machine

Do this for the thrill, now the reaper's on me
Missteps get you killed, turn you to a zombie
You a dead man walking this the something that you starting
Kannibalens here and starving
Bout to cook and eat the Carcass

No more prayers when a god dies
What the future holds is what my palms hide
Left in my hands to make it all right like woo

Never let 'Em Null your dreams
Put an end to this dull regime
Transform to skull machine



Credits
Writer(s): Julien Maranda, Patrick Barry, Marc-andre Chagnon, Jimmy Wasiu Salami, Kekai Wachi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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